Stories of Ansalon from the view of Neoren.

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a thread-bare book bound in cloth on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Neoren' scribed in deep orange ink.

Author: Neoren
Date: Tue Oct 31 15:29:18 2017
Subject HSQ2017

As the light Neoren held flickered with a sudden gust of wind, the
enormous cavern turned a pitch black. It was in that brief second that he
smelled the one thing he had hid from for so long. Orc.
The trip that brought Neoren into the cavern was a stupid one in the first
place. An attempt at finding an underground ruin, for some idiotic trinket.
For what? To help him better kill monsters in the newbie school and rise to
international stardom? This isn't a Southpark Episode this is Dragonlance!
As the flame on his torch regathered itself Neoren slowly turned around and
saw an enormous Orc standing nearly 8 feet tall in front of him. The orc was
a pale green in color, had disgusting matted hair and wore woven furs from
the plains barbarians. Neoren reached for his stilleto but before he could
even react the orc laid down a thunderous double fisted smash on his head,
causing his skull to crack and him to fall to the floor, bleeding immensely
and fatally wounded.
The last thing Neoren saw was the bottom of the orc's leather boot before it
slammed down onto the back of his skull leaving him in nothing but darkness.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.